Your dad was....ha...haha...um questionable to say the least.

He was the great Valentino overlord, one of the Vees, all around asshole and bastard yayyy. He wasn't bad to you, he kind of cared about you, as much as you could expect him to, but he really, really, really, really wanted you to do porn and be horny and shit like him. And well, Val wasn't one to listen.

You tried subtly hinting first, like writing "asexual" in the corner of something you were showing him, or drawing the asexual flag. The moth however is so goddamn blind he doesn't even realize. you were seriously thinking about asking Vox to make him glasses.

ANYWAY you decided today was the day, you went up to him during a shoot (trying to ignore the sounds of moaning and.... things in the background) and tapped his shoulder, he turned around, cigar in hand, the familiar red-pink smoke swirling into the air.

Valentino- ugh what do you want kid?